The Boss and I celebrated our sixth wedding anniversary yesterday while Channing Tatum and his wife Jenna celebrated their third. Why do I know this random bit of pop culture information, you ask? THE BOSS TOLD ME.
This year our anniversary brought two firsts. It was the first year we celebrated our anniversary on a Saturday (which was the day we got married) and the first year we’ve had Min with us. The baby usually turns in around 8 p.m., which means he starts getting restless around 5 p.m. And since it’s Ramadan and sunset is at 8:30 p.m., we were pretty confident Min would be…how can I put this gently? A NIGHTMARE if we went out to eat.
Have you ever tried to keep a hungry, tired baby awake in public? No? Okay, imagine being mauled by a bear next to the bra department at Bloomingdale’s. Trying to tame a sleepy baby is WORSE THAN THAT.
Trust me, I’ve tried.
Min has gone to bed at 8 p.m. since he was two months old. And this wasn’t The Boss’s or my doing, it was just Min’s natural internal clock. On one hand this has been great for us because we’ve been able to eat dinner alone together since the baby was born. But the downside has been that an early bedtime means Min is up between 6 and 7:30 a.m. every morning, which means SO AM I.
So many moms have told me to “keep him awake,” which I’ve tried to do a handful of times. But then I just stopped because one: it was way too exhausting for me to expend so much of my energy in the late evenings after having taken care of a baby all day, and two: it felt cruel not to let the kid just sleep already.
Like, you know when you’re so exhausted your eyelids feel like they could fall down your body and make socks for your feet and all you want to do is sleep but your husband keeps talking about the pros and cons of “Melo” signing with the Lakers(!) and what if Chris Bosh goes to Houston(?) and how great it would be for LeBron and Kyrie played together in Cleveland(!) and maybe Pau will sign with Chicago(?!) and all you want to do is scream PLEASE JUST LET ME SLEEP ALREADY?! And then he’s like, “Okay, but one more thing…” and then he reads you an essay on ESPN.com and then starts talking about how Patriot training camp is coming up(!!!) …
Did you leave my blog already?
So yeah, we thought it would make more sense to eat at home. While I put the baby down The Boss ran up the street (well, like, three streets) and picked up our anniversary dinner from one of our favorite sushi restaurants.
These last six years have taught me that even though life brings joy and sorrow to all of us what makes it all worth it is dancing the dance with the one I love: my best friend, my corner man, the father of my son and the most beautiful man I know.